It’s fucking crazy how many grown-adults
Rely on the safety-net of subtext as their 

                                                                             fucking go-to language—

Seriously, speak your f-u-c-k-i-n-g mind;
Real talk, how fucking old are you
And you can’t communicate like a 
                                                                            fucking adult?

I mean, how do you fucking function;
Your romantic, personal, work lives?
Basic communicative skills shouldn’t be a 

                                                                            fucking luxury—

Subtext is fucking lower than grunting;
Jump into the real fucking modern world—
I mean, I may be flawed, but at least I can

                                                                            fucking communicate—

Jesus Christ, it must be fucking exhausting
Being fucking scared of speaking your own

                                                                           fucking mind.